When I was in Second Grade

So Kate over at Second Grade Sparkle is hosting the cutest linky party asking us to share some pictures of us as kids in the grades we teach now. I decided to join in the fun even though these pictures I just dug up are actually pretty embarrassing!

I started off pretty cute - I guess I'm about three here. Looks like I was already trying to figure out how to tame my wiry hair by sitting under my mom's old fashioned dryer looking through some of my favorite magazines. I actually recreate this exact scene every six weeks or so! Without the footy pajamas of course.

Ok, prepare yourself for the next ones. I was entering my gawky phase. I think they're actually from third grade which would be 1979. Yikes! I'm old. I remember that pink polyester shirt. It had a little purse that came with it. Can you see the little strap going across my front? The second is obviously my communion picture. The ginormous forehead you see here is the reason I now have, and always WILL have bangs. Oddly enough I never had braces! Somehow my teeth kind of straightened themselves out. Thank the good lord because I know my parents couldn't have afforded braces!

And here's how I turned out. The first picture was from this summer on vacation and the second was from last week on Thanksgiving. Straight teeth and hair make a big difference. I still have the chubby sausage fingers though. Oh well. I'll take sausage fingers over snaggly teeth.

FYI: I don't normally pose next to my oven. The rest of that picture shows my beautiful turkey in there. I just realized that I cropped that out. You'll just have to trust me it really was a picture worthy bird!

Click on the button below to head over the the linky and see some more pictures (so you can get my snaggly toothed, fat fingered, nine year old self out of your brain already...)

How adorable! I always had bangs growing up and got rid of them as I got older when I looked at the pictures of when I was growing up....my mom used to tease them and she used to really go crazy on 'em on picture day. I'm too scared to get them again for the fear of waking up with my head glued to the pillow from hairspray. Gotta love the day after picture day!